Wal Mart makes me ill.

I know that I have posted about my dislike for Wal Mart in the past, but my most recent experience has prompted me to write again.

You're probably wondering, if she hates it so much, why did she go there? Answer: I needed to purchase some supplies for tutoring groups (for work) and when I'm shopping on the company's dollar, I ask myself, if I needed this item personally where would I go to get it, in order to pay the least for it? So yeah, that meant in this case I had to venture to Wal-Mart.

I spent approximately 12 minutes in the store. By the time I left, my previously happy mood was completely gone and I was very cidal. Suicidal or homicidal- well, I'm not quite sure, but likely a combination of the two.

As I entered the store, I was mobbed by four people trying to sell me candy bars. I don't carry cash, so this was an easy no, but I don't like being bombarded by multiple people trying to sell me things I don't want in the first place.

Once I was in the store, I felt like I'd been thrown into a world where everyone was stripped of common kindness and manners. I just can't get over how little people care about others and the fact that others exist in the same world they do. People push their carts down the center of the aisles so that others can't get by. If you say excuse me, they ignore you. One woman was so stubborn I literally had to push my cart by scraping hers the entire time. Honestly, I don't care how often you go there (judging by your level of rudeness: often) you don't own the place and you are not the only one who has the right to shop there and push a cart down aisles. If this was just one woman, I could move on- but it was not, it was virtually EVERYONE in the store.

No one smiles at Wal Mart either. Not the greeter, who's basically a paid smiley face, not the cashier who is a "customer service" person, and certainly no one in the store.

After Wal Mart I stopped by Panda Express to pick up some dinner as it was late and the hubs was hungry. While there I had the pleasure of being in line behind a woman who repeatedly asked for menu items in her combo meal, then, once dished up promptly instructed the person helping her to take it off, she changed her mind. Multiple times. With a line behind her. It was awesome. Apparently anyone in the vicinity of Wal Mart has the me-first, only-I-matter gene.


  1. No one smiles at Wal-Mart for a reason...check out the documentary "Wal-Mart: The High Cost of Low Price"

  2. But I have to think, if it's so horrible to work there, why not go somewhere else? Do a good job while you're there so you can get good recommendations then move on out and move on up elsewhere. And it is still no excuse for the customers to treat one another like dirt.


Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...